Black Love, Exorcised- Birthday, 6 June
A/N: It's birthday special! A lighter chapter this time round before I continue my usual dark chapters, so here goes! :D You can call it a filler too- haha. It's not following Hoshino's plot for this portion- I'm making Allen and Lavi friends before I bring out Miranda. Oh speaking of the duo, I need help choosing the one to pair with Lenalee-yep what do you think? (: And since I had been studying Literature these few days, I shall say that I'm using the technique of layering for my characters-haha okay, I'll shut up.(:
But as usual, thank you very much for the reviews, they're always LOVE. :3
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Pitch black.
That was almost the only two words he could describe the place to be. He had been wandering in total darkness to where Lenalee had told him to go right after he returned from his mission in Russia for a few minutes already.
"Kanda, please do come to the rooftop garden after your mission, okay?"
The Chinese exorcist was always having something hiding in her sleeves and it could not be any better this time round. Her bubbly nature never fails to cheer everyone around her up though; and she was the only girl in the exorcist, the princess. Everyone listens to the princess. Not because they have to- just imagine Komui and his drills, but that they do it for her willingly. The Japanese exorcist obviously did not want to admit that he was one of her 'victims' too. He had always treated her as a sister, never mind that he never wanted admit to it. She was the only girl after all.
The only girl, until she arrived. It came as a shock, of course. Kanda had never expected to see his childhood friend again since the day she left on the train to return to her homeland. They had departed with tears-stained cheeks; two young children waving goodbye to each other with their future uncertain. They had enjoyed each other's company during her stay in Japan, both playing and schooling together. She was almost his only friend- the one who really understood him anyway, since the rest of the other kids were just brats. Fuyu Black had came back to join him in this tedious journey; he really did not know whether he should be glad or otherwise.
-Shh
The thoughts and memories that were running through Kanda's head came to a sudden halt like a train on the railway stopped by the sudden noise. Slowly, he slide out his mugen and continued to walk with careful steps in the darkness. Stupid Lenalee, what's with this place? No one has mentioned the rooftop garden since a gazillion years- no one comes here.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KANDA!"
"MUGEN OUT!" ordered Kanda at the same time. He was shock, however, to find his cold blade resting firmly on the shoulder of the very person he was thinking about just a few seconds ago.
"Keep that offending metal, wouldn't you?" chided Fuyu, not before muttering a 'stupid coward' when she realized that the birthday boy drew out because of tension.
"You were the one who started it first," defended Kanda, as he tried to ignore the fact that almost the whole of the Black Order was here. "...that?"
Fuyu looked at the cake that Kanda was pointing to with narrowed eyes of suspicion. "Jerry made it and told me to deliver it to you. Duh," she exclaimed.
"Che, I just knew it…" snorted Kanda under his breath as he regarded Fuyu with sarcastic amusement. "The tower would have been burnt if you stepped into the kitchen."
"What do you mean by that?!" grumbled Fuyu as her words dripped with spite.
"Shh, why can't you two lovebirds stop bickering?"
"Shut up!" yelled the two at once at the orange haired lad who really should not have been there. Havoc as it may be, this was what families were all about- a whole bunch of people who shows you that they are glad you have been born onto this planet.
Happy Birthday to you!!
Birthday songs were sang and presents were given to the birthday boy as he stood with his arms crossed stubbornly. Everyone was used to this since no one was expecting a thank you but they were all certain that the boy was feeling all warm and fuzzy in his heart. No one dared to point out this though as that cold blade of his looked too sharp to be fooled around with.
"Hey great job with the party, Lenalee-chan," praised Lavi as he placed his arms over the female exorcist's shoulders deliberately in a teasing way.
Lenalee looked at the offending arm before shrugging it off as she thanked him. She then explained to the rest that it was because of Komui and the rest that the rooftop garden could be reopened for use again. "The pool itself took a week to clean up."
"Well, I love it," commented Fuyu as she shot a 'you-are-supposed-to-thank-her-too' look at Kanda. The pool was indeed lovely with the artistically constructed chlorine-filled pool stretching across the whole garden. The garden was livened up with flowers and trees of different varieties. Celebration parties were always held in the hall until now- this party was fantastic! Furthermore, the food was definitely better than Kanda's soba.
However, the Japanese who just turned eighteen only turned to another direction with his usual 'che'.
"Oh never mind," said Lenalee as she heaved a sigh, helpless with Kanda's attitude. "Fuyu, wanna get more drink? I'm done with mine."
"Okay," assured Fuyu but not before giving Kanda a slight kick in his shin. "Stupid…"
A chuckle escaped from Lavi's mouth almost immediately as the two of them watched the two ladies walking off. "You know… the full moon tonight will turn blue if the two lovebirds stop bickering, Yu." he teased as his elbow jabbed into Kanda's waist.
The veins in the Kanda's neck stood out in livid ridge as he exclaimed abruptly." What, you…!?"
-Splash!
Heads turned in complete harmony at the sudden sound of object dropping into the turquoise water body with unknown depth. Just then, someone yelled out loud; his voice thundering the night sky which was barely lit up by candles pocketing the garden.
"Someone has dropped into the pool!"
Lavi's jaws dropped immediately. Lenalee. His bookman's memory suddenly recalled a Dark Boots-less Lenalee who had decided to forgo her Innocence for the party tonight. No one, not him anyway, knew the depth of the now creepy looking pool. And equation immediately formed in his jammed-pack head: Lenalee minus Dark Boots equates to Struggle in water. Lavi immediately took to his heel and sprinted off to the accident scene, his hammer extending. Kanda, on the other hand, was already right ahead of him.
Kanda was zipping through the crowds and clusters of shocked people as he made his way to the scene. His thought was only to get there- Fuyu was Maat-less on this full moon night. No one wanted to provoke a werewolf despite it being made of Innocence. Fuyu, deep pool, cannot swim; the thought was too upsetting.
"I'm alright, I'm alright…" reassured a calm female voice as Kanda finally reached the edge of the pool. Fuyu was standing straight up in the centre of the pool with the water barely reaching her torso. The pool was only a meter tall; realized Kanda and everyone present. He almost laughed out loud when his eyes saw his childhood friend with drenched clothes, hair dripping with water, and a not-so-amused expression hanged on her features. He watched with a mocking face as she slowly and steady climbed out of the pool to a Lenalee with towels in her hands. Fuyu took the towel gladly and wrapped the cloth around her body, yet her eyes were fixed on someone else instead. Her eyes were dramatically haunted, like the infamous lady in white with black hair crawling out of the television as she crawled out of the pool.
Moyashi; so he was the one who had accidentally pushed her into the pool. The head of the fifteen year old junior was already nearly touching the floor with his body bent parallel to the tiled ground surrounding the pool as he apologized profusely to his senior. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry… It came almost like a chant in the temple, the old monks in the oriental structure praying under the dim candlelight.
"I'm alright. But I can't say the same thing for Junior, eh?"
The scream from the young boy, as it was witnessed by many, torn down not only the night sky but the ivory full moon that was hung on it too. They were only thankful that there was no scent of blood to conclude the weird birthday party.
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Blood.
It smells of victory. The spilling of blood is a triumph symbol to subdue the craving raging in my body as it splatters into a magnificent display of power.
It is often tainted by screams of agony that sounds like music to one's ears. It is often washed away by tears from those surrounding the displayer of the artistic exhibition.
It can be described as delicious. The rich red colour, a shade brighter than wine, resembling the artificially-flavored lollipops slowly savored by a young child. How tasty, the way it spills like fondue.
Blood.
It is unique. One tend to learn how to differentiate the varieties of it when one has spilled too much of the crimson liquid.
You learn to recognize them.